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When you touch on his Lordship's high birth, Speak Latin as if you were tipsy:
Say, we all are the sons of the earth, Et genus non fecimus ipsi.
Proclaim him as rich as a Jew;
Yet attempt not to reckon his bounties: You may say, he is married; that's true,
Yet speak not a word of his Countess.
Leave a blank here and there in each page, To enrol the fair deeds of his youth!
When you mention the acts of his age, Leave a blank for his honour and truth11
Say, he made a great monarch change hands He spake—and the minister fell.
Say, he made a great statesman of Sands; (Oh! that he had taught him to spell!)
Then enlarge on his cunning and wit: Say, how he harangu'd at the Fountain;
Say, how the old Patriots were bit, And a mouse was produc'd of a mountain.
Then say how he mark'd the new year, By increasing our taxes, and stocks:
Then say how he chang'd to a peer, Fit companion for Edgcumbe and Fox2.
My compliments to the Princess; I dreamed last night that she was come to Houghton, and not at all epuisee with her journey. Adieu!
LETTER 98.—1 What a charming stanza! Walpole.
2 Stephen Pox, lord Hchester, mentioned in the last line,was brother
of Henry Tox, Sir Charles Williams'a particular friend, for which reason I suppose, if this ode was his, I suppose he never owned it. Walpdle.